Dusk (click on image to enlarge)
Well, it is done I hauled the pieces to the Village Gallery this morning. We were to have 10 to 12 each so I took 14 pieces to let them decide which ones they wanted, and they ended up using all 14 of them. They both had some wonderful work, so I think it will be a very nice show. We also made the final plans for wine, food, etc for Thursday night.
This is one of the pieces in it entitled Dusk. I don’t think I posted it on here before. It is on my web site, but I worked on it some more so I need to put the new digital image on there too. Anyway, I wasn’t sure they would want this piece because it is one of my “memory landscapes”…but it is hanging in a nice place right when you walk in the door.
I will try to post more later. I am having trouble with AOL for some reason.
until later then…
~gypsy-heart
I am enjoying this. Different. Stark and with strong visual impact. I hope it sells. Good work.
Thank you for “visiting” my blog and for your kind comments. I seem to be moving in the direction of stronger colors….we will see.
I love this, Suz,
I’m not really an Italy person, but this feels like quintessential Italy and I could get into this landscape.
As you’ll have noticed, I’m all for simplicity – though I have to say some of my ethnic textiles are anything but… Anyhow, this feels to me like a strong, clear statement. I think it deserves to sell!
take care
The Sculptor
My trees were red with fire and only then
did dusk reveal the moulding I had done,
and taught me that I could not bear to leave
annihilating rage to murder making.
Like Sisyphus I say that I will roll again
the boulder to the summit of the hill.
Please, if I falter, will you bring me water?
(As you see, I had a light-bulb moment. If I still like it in a few days, can I post it, together with the picture, on my blog?)
regards as ever
94S
Thank you for dropping by and for your gracious comments. This piece is simple..maybe because it is what I call one of my “memory or inner landscapes”..memories of a time and place, but more about the energy there and how it made me feel. I may have prints made from this piece.
You are welcome to post the poem with the image. I find it a powerful poem
I will visit your blog right now. I am still curious about my questions for you from before.
Thanks Suz
I think I’ve been remiss – Can you remind me where to find the questions I haven’t answered? – and I’ll make it a priority to do so!
Something feels too raw about the poem – or it’s me. Anyhow, I’ll let it simmer for a while before I post it, probably with (I feel) some changes.
Hi Suz,
thanks for refreshing your queries. I’ve got ‘stuff’ on right now, but I did take a quick peak at the poem – and you’re right – dark, which I wanted to lighten a bit. I was right too – this one is going to take time and effort to knock into shape. Here’s the new fast draft; I’ll setttle down to try and respond to your queries in a couple of days when the dust settles a bit.
The Sculptor
My trees were red with fire and only then
as dusk revealed my moulding of the clay,
I learnt at last – I could not bear to leave
annihilating rage to murder making.
Like Sisyphus I vow that I will roll again
the boulder to the summit of the hill -
only be kind enough
to bring me water.
I vow
lovers will walk the twilit fields in peace;
my trees
stand sharp against the fires of the west
and Earth will rest
when I have reached the summit of the hill.
And we will rest.